When you’re happy, known things, familiar things lose their appeal....– And therein the single best, and the single worst part of being human. Fleeting contentment. It makes us better, and it makes us miserable. Over and over and over. Thisrecording.com is killing me.
I haven’t listened to this in a year. I still like it very much. Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs - You Could Be
I found thisrecording.com on Friday. It's my new... →
We miss you Alberez.
I’m finding myself with a deeper love for my good friends than I ever have before. The best ones know me in a way I don’t. And I love them for it.
If you want to, you have to.
Life is too short to not do exactly what you love. Ironically, the hard part isn’t doing it, it’s finding it.
Paris Review - The Art of Humor No. 1, Woody Allen →
Realize I’m a bit late on this one, but this is one that will be read 200 years from now and still be as relevant as it was the day it went to print. Every time I think @longreads couldn’t get any better, it does. Mark Armstrong is inevitably the next Greydon Carter. The man can curate content like no other. (via Instapaper)
Matty B sums it all up quite nicely. Gee, I wonder who inspired this. #yesyou matbisher: Jason and I wrote this in a cathartic spasm of frustration. It received over 12,000 views and 400 loving tweets in three days. Thanks to everyone (special thanks to @seth_weisfeld, @malbonnington, @72andSunny, @modernista, @tweetrod, @uberblond, and @stellawongo).
I’ll trade comfort for new to me every time.
My rearview mirror fell off a few weeks ago.
At first, I was very worried about it. But now, I’ve sort forgotten is was ever there. I know where I’ve been. I don’t need to see it anymore.
You think I don't care.
But I do. Just not enough.